Summer splendor slipped with little fanfare into the transition days of fall -- some demanding more of summer's heat and others teasing with winter's chill, and we even tasted nature's liquid refreshment, long-missing this season.
September danced with eagerness upon new endeavors -- school for everyone, all five members of this household, this fall. That varied across age-lines, of course.
The youngest, Jayden, proudly dons his fox design red backpack every morning as he heads to daycare/preschool.
His older sister slips on a bigger, heavier version and with equal gusto, heads off to first grade.
Their mom returned to university this fall, a shift from pre-school teacher to a career in electronics on her horizon; while their dad continued his own college courses also directing him into the field of engineering.
Meanwhile, Nana (that's me) dove into a mix of writing and poetry courses and projects, balancing (without much success) those with the return of community band rehearsals and plans for a remodel of the kitchen.
All that to say -- GOOD GRIEF, my last entry was in August and we're fast approaching Thanksgiving already. I was reminded by a poet friend today that my blog was a bit dated - a polite understatement.
I'll be writing midst dust and noise and a missing kitchen soon -- stay tuned...
With summer comes the pleasure of exposed feet and toes and an opportunity to decorate toenails in bright colors, even add flowers. My feet smile when the weather allows for more freedom. There's just no breathing inside winter's socks, no matter how thin the fabric.
The above photo represents three generations enjoying the fun, and we each included flowers on our toes. I must admit, that was/is a first for me. I'm not generally one to gravitate toward painted nails on either hands or feet, but the opportunity to share the experience with my daughter and granddaughter could not be passed up.
Tonight I watched Bonneville - an old movie. I've seen it several times over the years. But, it spoke to me again tonight - about the importance of releasing the past and of embracing life right now.
So easy to hold on to the physical connections to memories, good times and puzzling ones, joyous adventures and those we'd sooner forget but hold on to them because they are threaded with important parts of self.
By releasing, we - I - make room for today, for new adventures and for reasons to weave the old into the new - opportunities to create a beautiful new pattern in the tapestry of my life.
A new tale wove into existence this month, sparked by a flash fiction challenge created by my writing friend Mysti Parker. She posted it on her website today and I'm smiling. There's just something special about finding my stories living a life of their own, out there where at least a few others will read them, hopefully feel a bit of pleasure for having read them.
Took most of the day off to step back into nature by visiting the Japanese Garden here in Portland. The tranquility refreshes me, even with other people wandering around. I took my time, breathed in the colors, the energized silence. I actually prefer being alone here. When I visit with a friend, words break the spell too often.
I was surrounded by some elegant pink blossomed trees, a few strong reds and the promise of much growth to come. Promise - a good word. The promise of releasing the weight of the busyness of life, the promise of shaking off winter and embracing the energy of new life and the promise of what waits when I return - soon - for my next visit.
Been chasing down my muse today. Weather's nice, dry and partly sunny - a plus for the Pacific Northwest. Creativity churns when my muse goes on holiday without me. The pieces left behind become a rather disorderly bunch and there's just no getting the words, phrases and ideas to line up in any sensible, ready for writing order. Even so, I pulled this one together last night. Hope you enjoy it, maybe recognize some of your own days when creative expression is challenged.